[if you wanna ignore this, i understand but i had to ]
Of course.
Of course, everything goes more to hell when Jeremy just starts to think that maybe he's fixed, maybe it's better, maybe they can- he doesn't even know what he was thinking except he was relieved that he wasn't going to black out and suddenly try to kill his sister at any given moment. There's all these shitty vampires in his life, and for some reason, it was Elena that his hunter thing made him go after.
Of course.
And of course, it all goes to hell when he's not there. Klaus kills all the hybrids and Tyler's mom. It's not okay. There aren't words for how... not okay it is, for how much he hates it for Tyler, all of it, and the killing of people Tyler cared about started with him. Guilt's a funny thing, how it sticks to the ribs like oil. It started with Jeremy and the axe, and decisions made by two vampires who have no right to play with any of their lives. Jeremy's going to go to the funeral. He's going to be there... whatever Damon says, but he's also gonna offer Tyler a way to get some distance from there.
Because Jeremy knows what happens now. A stream line of people will be showing up at his doorstep with their casseroles and their pitying gazes. People he probably doesn't know or care about, and they'll all offer their condolences, their advice, their platitudes, and it'll be bullshit, and- He hated it and wanted an escape back then when it'd happened to him. It's part of why he turned to the drugs to make the pain stop, to get away, and now Matt's supposed to help him train so Jeremy thinks it wouldn't be too hard for Tyler to come up with him... if he wanted an out. If he didn't, it'd be okay too.
Just- there's a way out, and now they're up at the lake house. Damon's gone, and Jeremy is sitting on the edge of the dock with a beer in his hand. Everything changes for Tyler from here on out. He's an orphan now, and fuck. Fuck, why can't anyone ever be saved? Why does everyone have to lose, have to die all the time?
They never win, never keep anything, and fuck. There's so much anger in him sometimes that he doesn't know how it lives in him at all, but beneath that there's grief, pain. Always.
/forever late and so sorry about that ;;
Of course.
Of course, everything goes more to hell when Jeremy just starts to think that maybe he's fixed, maybe it's better, maybe they can- he doesn't even know what he was thinking except he was relieved that he wasn't going to black out and suddenly try to kill his sister at any given moment. There's all these shitty vampires in his life, and for some reason, it was Elena that his hunter thing made him go after.
Of course.
And of course, it all goes to hell when he's not there. Klaus kills all the hybrids and Tyler's mom. It's not okay. There aren't words for how... not okay it is, for how much he hates it for Tyler, all of it, and the killing of people Tyler cared about started with him. Guilt's a funny thing, how it sticks to the ribs like oil. It started with Jeremy and the axe, and decisions made by two vampires who have no right to play with any of their lives. Jeremy's going to go to the funeral. He's going to be there... whatever Damon says, but he's also gonna offer Tyler a way to get some distance from there.
Because Jeremy knows what happens now. A stream line of people will be showing up at his doorstep with their casseroles and their pitying gazes. People he probably doesn't know or care about, and they'll all offer their condolences, their advice, their platitudes, and it'll be bullshit, and- He hated it and wanted an escape back then when it'd happened to him. It's part of why he turned to the drugs to make the pain stop, to get away, and now Matt's supposed to help him train so Jeremy thinks it wouldn't be too hard for Tyler to come up with him... if he wanted an out. If he didn't, it'd be okay too.
Just- there's a way out, and now they're up at the lake house. Damon's gone, and Jeremy is sitting on the edge of the dock with a beer in his hand. Everything changes for Tyler from here on out. He's an orphan now, and fuck. Fuck, why can't anyone ever be saved? Why does everyone have to lose, have to die all the time?
They never win, never keep anything, and fuck. There's so much anger in him sometimes that he doesn't know how it lives in him at all, but beneath that there's grief, pain. Always.